Golden Gate

We got married under the Golden Gate Then we got drunk in the Upper Haight It was a sunny day, all our friends got laid And when we got a little older, we moved away Oh Took I-80 into New York City It's a long damn way, but it sure is pretty We ran out of gas near Colfax And delivered our first child nine months after that Oh And I just called to say I know you're always sittin' in the barrio, waitin' There will come a day And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay Lived in a New York studio 'Til we left the city for a modest home A Springsteen song, a whole life long A breeze that lifts your head once before it's gone Gone Time will come and shift its weight The laugh lines, bruised knees, birthday cake And when I die, I'll see your face in a sundress on a Saturday Or far away And I just called to say I know you're always sittin' in the barrio, waitin' I know that there will come a day And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay